I Must Find My Missing Sister

The sound echoed from the main room where the luncheon was held. Women screamed, their voices blending into a discordant chorus of fear.

Evelyn tensed, her eyes widening for the first time as panic flashed across her carefully composed face.

Isabelle acted swiftly. Her hand shot out, gripping Evelyn's wrist firmly before yanking her back into the restroom. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them momentarily from the chaos outside.

Then they heard it.

A voice, low and commanding, reverberated through the hallway.

"Where is Evelyn Slade?"

Evelyn's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes darted to Isabelle, the realization dawning in her expression with chilling clarity.

"They're here for you?" Isabelle whispered; her voice barely audible as the weight of danger settled between them.

 At where the women were gathered as hostages.

The men's voices, sharp and filled with authority, cut through the tension in the air.